Raw places and unlike times,
Paths cross and paths mire.
A lunatic meets a fanatic
Over a drink mixed with wine.
The reasons they had within,
Choices conquered awhile.
Time jested at them,
A finding flowered therein.
An opinion is smooth,
If sensed for long.
To follow up on a view,
That they felt so strong.
Glad and drunk they are,
For the grounds unknown.
Slightly twisted and torn,
A handsome thought is born.
Up above the December sky
Bright specks cleared the way
They wondered once more,
Is it the power of three
Or the beer again?
